Slipping outta my range
Another night on a meathook
Just tryin' to pickle my brain
Why the hell are you running
And what are you standing for
A lightweight with the baggage
Slung out the door
So roll us on up in shrink-wrap
It sounds like a good place to hide
'Coz heads an' tails it's a night on
We'll be there 'til the end of the line
I asked out the back
To find a word in a cloud
Told me something that I already knew
Now if you're waiting for luck
To come and touch you up
You better wear yourself a good-lookin' suit
Don't you come around asking
Coz I ain't got an answerin' mind
I'm gonna get real damn familiar
With something with ice
So set us on up in the corner
And throw over that bottle 'o wine
Coz heads and tails it's a night on
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
Don't expect us now to understand
Or trust in the way that it feels
Chasin' up the coins into the ocean
And choppin' up the carriages to fight the locomotion alright
I had a win in Kansas
A birthday in North Albany
The most ungrateful tourist
You ever dragged an old friend to see
(Kick out the jams it ain't no fuckin' exam)
I'm sweatin' bullets for breakfast Slipping outta my range Another night on a meathook Just tryin' to pickle my brain Why the hell are you running And what are you standing for A lightweight with the baggage Slung out the door So roll us on up in shrink-wrap It sounds like a good place to hide 'Coz heads an' tails it's a night on We'll be there 'til the end of the line I asked out the back To find a word in a cloud Told me something that I already knew Now if you're waiting for luck To come and touch you up You better wear yourself a good-lookin' suit Don't you come around asking Coz I ain't got an answerin' mind I'm gonna get real damn familiar With something with ice So set us on up in the corner And throw over that bottle 'o wine Coz heads and tails it's a night on We'll be there till the end of the line We'll be there till the end of the line We'll be there till the end of the line Don't expect us now to understand Or trust in the way that it feels Chasin' up the coins into the ocean And choppin' up the carriages to fight the locomotion alright I had a win in Kansas A birthday in North Albany The most ungrateful tourist You ever dragged an old friend to see (Kick out the jams it ain't no fuckin' exam) Explain Request ×
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